Oh Snow.

Today we woke up to find a beautiful site of about 8 inches of snow. I think the last time this happened here was when I was in grade school. I have this love hate relationship with snow. I am sure many others feel the same way.

I love snow because...
It is beautiful.
It makes the nights so much lighter.
It is romantic.
It makes Christmas time so much more exciting.
It is a blast to play in, no matter how old you are.
You can go snowboarding.
It is peaceful and heavenly.
School will be cancelled if there is enough.

I hate snow because...
It is so cold.
It makes the roads dangerous.
Shoveling is a pain in the butt, but I don't really hate it because of that, just right now because I can't.

Now, my hate list is so much shorter than my love list, but sometimes I forget all the things I love about it and focus only on the things that I hate. I suppose it might be because of all the memories it evokes of when I lived in Rexburg and the many close calls I had driving to and from work in Idaho falls and Boise. Also, I am so incredibly in love with my husband and all I can think about all day is him having to drive to and from work and school in the horrible conditions. I guess I am a bit paranoid, but I can't help it. :)
When it snows like this I have to remind myself how much I actually like it. I love to just sit and watch the snow flakes fall. It also takes me back to a couple years ago when we buried my Grandma Tracy. It could not have been a more beautiful day. She was buried in a gorgeous cemetery that overlooks Provo. There was so much snow and it was falling hard. Although many of us could not get up the hill to the site (we had to go back and forth with a couple big trucks to gather people and take them up) it was so peaceful and pure. It reminded me that she was in a better place and I imagined where she is is a lot like what it was like that day. In a way it comforted me and when I see the beautifully pure white snow it reminds me of her.